Stuck In The Middle - Darkiplier x Antisepticeye x Reader

>Friends, Indeed< 24

A short chapter for a short break from the Hell that you're going through.

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While the three of you were eating the plentiful breakfast Anti had made with ingredients you didn't know he had, you noticed a heavy tension between the space of Dark and Anti. They were sitting at opposite ends of the couch, and kept glancing at each other every so often. When they happened to look at the same time, their brows would furrow and they would look back at their meal awkwardly. Rolling your eyes with slight annoyance, you stood up and sat beside them, making them look at you surprisedly.

"So, Uncle Dark," you started, looking at the shadow demon on your right. He smirked at you, finally smiling since he walked in this house.

"Kid," he replied, grunting.

"Demon," you shot back.

"Human," he snickered, having fun.

"Idiot."

"Half-breed."

"Boring."

"Jer-"

"Hardy har, are we done, you two?" Anti sighed.

"Ass," you mumbled under your breath. Dark laughed, and Anti scowled, before using his spoon to launch some oatmeal at you. You gasped as it landed on your cheek, and Anti covered his mouth, shocked, before snorting a bit, which turned into laughing. He was cut off by strawberry jam in his hair, courtesy of Dark.

"No food fights with my niece," he demanded. The only response he got was pancake to the face. "Oh, that's it!" he exclaimed, and for a second, you were worried he was going to use his powers, but he just grabbed the syrup container and squirted some at the demon on your left. It landed on his lips, so he licked it off and grabbed butter, leaping forward and smashing it onto Dark's forehead. They fell to the ground, laughing and pouring syrup and melted butter all over each other. Suddenly, a strange man with a velvet robe and peanut butter dripping all over his face and clothes barged through the door, and you all stared. He seemed to be lost.

"Um... can we help you?" Anti asked uncertainly. The stranger in the strange costume stared for a second, as if thinking about what to say, then said in a fast voice,

"U-uh... I'm... King of the Squirrels." (A/N: Thanks to @spacenstuff13 and @LoneWolf2005 for an enlightening conversation about squirrels!) Then he paused, then nodded as if reassuring himself, and closed the door. There was an awkward pause, so you decided to bring back to fun.

"Guys!" you called, and they turned to you. And you ran between them with pancakes in both hands, covering their faces. They shouted in surprise, wiping it off. Then they something glinted in their eyes, something dangerous. They looked at each other as if reading each other's minds, then their gaze turned to you.

"Charge!" Dark shouted, a war cry coming from his throat, and he grabbed your right arm, Anti grabbing your left. Together, they took some toast and stuffed it in your mouth. You spat it out, reaching for some bacon, which you stuffed up Dark's nose. He scrunched up his face, before yanking it out and howling with laughter, letting go of your arm and falling back.

Friends, indeed.

Once the laughter died down, Anti and Dark looked at each other, grinning softly. You studied the two demons, and saw the history between them.

The moment was quickly ruined by the front door barging open, and Glitch running in, looking to Dark with a wild and pleading look in his eyes.

"I tried to stop him, I looked everywhere for you, please, he's gone mad again, Dark! You have to stop him!" he cried, grabbing the confused demon and trying to pull him out of the room, waffle bits still clinging to his hair.

"Wait, stop, stop, stop!" Dark ordered, yanking out of the younger man's grasp. "What's happening? Answer, quickly!"

"Wilford, I think he's getting revenge for (Y/N) coming with you! I tried to stop him, I swear, but he found out where she was, and I couldn't do anything!" Glitch shouted, still not making sense, but a sense of dread loomed over you. Who was he going to kill this time?

"Glitch... who... are you talking about?" you asked slowly, the joy drained from the room.

"Your friend, the one from uni! Wilford's gone to kill her!"